The Handwriting is Again upon the Wall
The Handwrit ing is Again upon the Wall Once in a kingdom long ago, Wickedness a haughty king did sow; He dared to go where no man had trod,, As he used the holy vessels to praise his god. And in the midst of his drunken brawl, A hand appeared on his palace wall; Announcing his doom that very night, And it came to pass ere morning’s light. Now the handwriting is on the wall again, Death is still the penalty for sin; This nation today, like Babylon of old, Revels in sin, wild and bold. Nothing can stop America’s imminent demise, For the truth of God the people despise; Old Glory has fallen, the flag of the free, To drag in the mud of sin and of glee. The handwriting is again upon the wall, A few more days and this nation will fall; Pride and boasted “self esteem,” Sweeps this nation like a mighty stream. Our enemies look on us with utter delight, They know America has no will to fight; And where in the world would Amer